Take Me in the Dark (Take Me #2)

by R. L. Kenderson

  “What are you getting to drink?” Addison asked.

  “I don’t know. Why don’t you pick? I can drink whatever because I don’t have to drive.”

  “How about Southern Comfort and lemonade?”

  “I’ve never had it.”

  Her eyes lit up. “You’ll love it.” She stood up on her barstool and leaned over the counter. “Hey, Wade, get your butt down here and serve us some drinks.”

  The bartender slapped the counter in front of him as he said good-bye to the patron he was speaking to and walked down to us.

  “Ladies, what can I do for you?”

  “Two SCs and lemonade, please.”

  Wade pulled out two glasses and started pouring. He glanced up at me. “That’ll be five dollars for you.” He pushed my drink over. “And, Addison, you owe me ten.”

  I almost choked on the sip I’d just taken. “Why is hers more?”

  “Because she’s bossy.”

  Addison slapped a ten on the bar. “He’s kidding. It’s five for both of us.”

  I pulled another five out of my purse. “Here’s a tip for putting up with Addison.”

  “Hey.”

  Wade and I both laughed.

  “You want to get a table?” I asked her.

  “Sure.”

  It was still rather early in the night, so we didn’t have to fight for a table. But then again, maybe it was always this dead in a small town. I was only assuming it would get busier.

  Addison and I talked about our day. Like the skirt and top I had found on sale, which I had opted to wear out tonight. But there was one subject I hadn’t brought up all day, and now, with a little bit of alcohol in me, I figured it was about time.

  “Why didn’t you yell at me?”

  Her brow furrowed. “Huh?”

  “When I got to your house this morning, why didn’t you yell at me? About the letters?”

  “Oh, I wanted to, and I thought about it.” She put her hand on mine from across the table. “Only because I love you and I’m scared.” She pulled her arm away and took a sip of her drink. “But Tommy messaged me and said that you had already been through a lot, that you understood you’d messed up, and I shouldn’t make you feel worse.”

  A fuzzy feeling warmed my chest. “Really?”

  “Yep.”

  “That was nice of him.” It was actually very sweet of him, but I didn’t voice the thought.

  Addison smiled. “Speak of the devil.”

  I was about to ask what she meant when Maddox appeared behind Addison and I felt what had to be Tommy behind me.

  I turned to him. He looked like he’d just showered, and he smelled like it, too. Clean, fresh man scent.

  “You smell good,” I said as he pulled out the chair next to me.

  He smiled. “Thanks.” He leaned in close. “So do you.”

  “Did you guys finish the windows?” Addison asked as Maddox sat next to her.

  “Yes.”

  “Oh, good. Then, we have the rest of the weekend to have fun.”

  “Speaking of fun”—Maddox got a glint in his eye that I sensed was trouble—“I heard that someone saw us having sex.”

  The bartender approached the table and placed two beers in front of Tommy and Maddox. They paid, and Wade walked away.

  “Why didn’t you tell me we gave Olivia a little show, Addy?”

  She shrugged. “I knew she’d be embarrassed if you knew.” She frowned. “But if I didn’t tell you, then who did?”

  “Tommy told me this afternoon.”

  Addison did a double take and looked at me. “You told Tommy you saw us?”

  I shrugged. “I was traumatized. I needed to talk to someone about it,” I joked.

  “Traumatized? You said it was hot.”

  Maddox slowly turned his head. “Interesting. I mean, I knew we were hot, babe, but hearing someone else say that brings us to a whole new level.”

  Addison rolled her eyes.

  “Of course, Olivia, you now owe us for the sex show. Addy and I don’t perform for free.”

  Addison socked her husband in the stomach. “Leave Olivia alone.” She shook her head. “I still can’t believe you told Tommy.” She wasn’t mad, just surprised.

  “If you want to be technical, he guessed that I saw you.”

  “Why would he guess that?”

  Tommy put his hand on my leg, but it didn’t stop me from answering. I smiled at Maddox. “Because your husband told Tommy to leave your house so that he could fuck his wife.”

  “I thought you didn’t like that word?” Tommy asked.

  “Hey, I’m practically quoting him. I don’t want to get the words wrong.”

  “Maddox Wolfe, you actually tell people that you’re going to fuck your wife?” Addison said.

  He lifted a shoulder. “Not people. Just Tommy. And maybe a few others. But they’re my friends.” He yanked Addison’s chair closer to his. “And don’t pretend to be all mad. I hear you on the phone. Women talk about getting it as much as men.”

  Addison grinned and kissed Maddox. “I know, babe. I just like giving you shit.”

  He lowered his voice. “You’re going to pay for that later.”

  “Ooh, I’m scared.”

  I turned to Tommy. “I can’t believe you told Maddox that I saw him.”

  “I figured Addison had already done it.”

  “How did it come up anyway?” Addison asked.

  “Uh…” Tommy said, looking like a deer in headlights.

  “We were talking about you and him having sex,” Maddox said.

  Addison’s head whipped around to me. “You and Tommy had sex?”

  “Shh, not so loud.” I tried to be serious, but I was laughing. “I was going to tell you. I just hadn’t had time yet.”

  “We’ve been together all day.”

  “Okay, so it didn’t come up. But I swear, I was going to.”

  Addison leaned in close. “Was it good?”

  I leaned in, too. “He can hear you.” I sat up. “I think I need another drink. This conversation is all over the place.”

  Wade seemed to show up out of thin air. “I come bearing gifts.” He set four drinks on the table. “I noticed you were getting low.”

  “Thanks, Wade,” Addison said.

  “You’re welcome.”

  “What do we owe you?” Tommy asked.

  “Oh, this round is free. The four of you are the best entertainment I’ve had all week. If there are any more secrets to tell, keep them coming.”

  Wade walked away, and the four of us sat in silence for a minute, but then I opened my mouth and blurted out, “Tommy and Maddox have had sex in front of each other. And once in the same bed.”

  Wade burst out laughing from behind the bar.

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  Tommy

  Addison’s mouth dropped, and then she surprised me because she started laughing. She put her hand on her stomach and fell into Maddox; she was laughing so hard.

  She sat up after about thirty seconds. “Olivia, when Wade said to tell more secrets, he was joking.”

  “Oh.” She picked up her glass and sipped. “Okay.”

  “How much have you had to drink?”

  She grinned at me. “This is only my second one.”

  “You’re going to be carrying her home,” Maddox said to me.

  “I haven’t had that much to drink. I can walk just fine.”

  Maddox snorted. “Wade makes his drinks strong.” He glanced at his wife. “You’re not going to give me any crap about Olivia’s latest reveal?” He then looked at me. “Thanks for keeping that to yourself, man.”

  “Hey, Olivia thought you’d be mad at her about the whole catching you in the act thing. I was trying to make her feel better. I was proving you wouldn’t care.”

  “And it worked. But I’m still trying to picture it,” Olivia said. “Didn’t the women care?”

  “It’s not like we were putting on a show,” I said. “There was usually
a bed or blankets or something to cover up with. The other person just happened to be in the same room. And this was all when we were young. It hasn’t happened in years.”

  “God, I hope not, or I’m missing something,” Addison said.

  “I meant, years before Maddox left the Teams.”

  Addison leaned over to her husband and put her hand between his legs. “I don’t like the thought of you having sex with someone else.”

  Maddox put his hand on Addison’s. “Baby, you know you’re the only one for me.”

  “Good. And don’t you forget it.” She got up from her chair. “Meet me in the restroom. I need to talk to you about something.”

  I snorted. “That’s what you’re calling it now? Talking?”

  Maddox lifted his arms in a dramatic shrug and went after his wife.

  After the two of them were gone, Olivia turned to me. “Addison told me that you messaged her and asked her not to say anything about the letters. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. I figured you were stressed out enough, and you didn’t need to have someone add to it.” I took a sip of my beer and noticed her outfit for the first time. “Did you have fun today? Are your clothes new?”

  “I did have fun.” She sat back and spread her arms. “And these clothes are new. Everything I’m wearing is new.” She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows.

  I laughed and pulled her to the edge of her chair. “What if I told you I don’t believe you and that I need to check to make sure you’re not lying?”

  She shifted her knees apart. “I’d say, go ahead.”

  I looked around, but I didn’t have to worry. The sun was on its way down, so the tinted windows blocked most of the sunlight out. And the lighting was dark in the rest of the place. Also, since night was coming, more people had filed in, so I knew that the bartender was busy and wouldn’t be paying attention to our table anymore.

  I skimmed my hands up her thighs until I reached her hips, where I expected to find a thong or some other skimpy underwear, but all I met was bare skin.

  I tugged her closer to me, so her knees were over my hips. “Olivia, are you naked under your skirt?”

  She put her hand to her lips and pretended to be surprised. “Oh no, I did lie to you. It’s not new. I was born with it.”

  “And what are we going to do about that?”

  She smiled at me coyly. “What do you think we should do about it?”

  “I have a few ideas.”

  I still hadn’t brought out my purchases from the day before. After Olivia had received that letter at home, she’d been pretty shaken up. Last night wasn’t the right time. She’d needed comfort. But tonight was different.

  “Are you going to share with the rest of the class?”

  “Nope. You’re just going to have to wait to find out.” I brushed a hand between her legs, and she sucked in a breath. “But I’ll give you a hint. It has to do with this pretty pussy.”

  I gently pushed a lone digit inside her. She grasped the table and moaned.

  I loved how she responded to me. For someone who had been so rigid the first time I met her, she had really opened up to me.

  I teased her a bit, not sure how far I wanted to take this in the bar.

  “I feel like you’re always touching me, and I never touch you. I never get you off. It’s not fair,” Olivia said.

  My dick jumped in my pants, obviously liking the idea of Olivia touching him. “That’s okay. It’s not like I don’t have any fun when we’re together.”

  “No, it’s not okay. I want to make you feel good the way you make me feel good.”

  “You do.” I withdrew my hand from her body and pulled her, so she was straddling my lap. I kissed her and pushed my erection into her crotch. “See how good you make me feel? Can you tell how hard I am for you?”

  She smiled. “You are actually proving my point, you know. You’re showing me that you’re turned on, but I’m not doing anything about it. I’m not taking care of you.”

  I should have known not to argue with a lawyer. “We’ll do something about it later. When we’re alone.”

  She pulled at her skirt, fanning it around us. “Or we could do something about it now.”

  Before I could fully process her statement, she was unbuttoning my jeans and unzipping my fly. She pulled my cock out and rubbed her sweet cleft over it.

  I stilled her hips. “You’re going to torture me like this. It’s going to be a long night if you leave me with blue balls.”

  “Move over to my seat by the wall,” she suggested.

  I realized listening to her might be an unwise move, but I picked her up and moved over anyway. A few people looked, as the movement must have caught their eye, but they turned away, uninterested.

  Now, with the two of us in her chair, she reached between us again, pulled out my cock, and drew me into her body.

  Stunned, I hugged her to me and shuddered. She was wet and hot and so tight that I thought I got light-headed for a minute.

  “I can’t believe you just did that,” I said to her.

  She leaned back, so I could see her face. “Why?”

  “Because we’re in a room full of people.”

  “Who think we’re talking while I’m sitting on your lap. There’s no crime in that.”

  “I think I might be a little bit of an exhibitionist because I am turned on as fuck.”

  “Hmm…”

  She rotated her pelvis a little while putting the most bored expression on her face. If she wasn’t so wet, I would think she could not care less about being on my lap.

  “Is this how you win cases?” I asked.

  She kept up her minuscule rocking. “What do you mean?”

  “Your face says you’d rather be anywhere but here, yet your pussy is saying otherwise.”

  A tiny smile spread across her face. “I suppose I’ve perfected my body language for court. Juries can be influenced by subtle things.”

  “Yeah? Well, right now, my dick is influenced by how wet you are.”

  She shook out her hair behind her back. “I do have to say, you feel incredible inside me.”

  My cock jumped.

  “Oh. I liked that.”

  “Talk dirty again,” I ordered.

  She smiled. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

  “That will do it.” I yanked her close, not caring if anyone thought they saw what they saw. I put my hands on her hips and directed her movements the way I knew would make us both feel the best. They weren’t big or wild, but they were enough that I was going to bring us both to climax. “Keep fucking me just like that. I want to come inside you. I want to fill you up so that you feel me the rest of the night.” I leaned back in my chair and arched my back, so her clit could rub against my pelvis with her every move. “Just like that, baby. I want you to come all over me.”

  Olivia’s body stiffened, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She looked like she was in pain. But deep in her center, where I was connected to her, she pulsed and contracted around me. I held on as long as I could, wanting to enjoy the feel of her coming, but soon, I was a goner, too.

  I dropped my head over the back of my chair and stared up at the dingy ceiling as I exploded and emptied myself inside her.

  I lay like that for about a minute or so to control my breathing. I didn’t want it to look like I’d just run a marathon and give away what the two of us had just done in a room full of people.

  I chuckled as I realized that we’d just had sex in public.

  “You okay?” she asked.

  I grinned and lifted my head. “Fuck yeah. You?”

  She chuckled. “I can’t believe I just did that, but yes.” She looked down at our bodies. Her skirt still covered us well, and no one would know that I was still inside her.

  “Hey, what are you two doing?” a feminine voice asked.

  Olivia looked over her shoulder, and I peeked around her. Addison and Maddox were back.

  “Talking,” I sai
d.

  It wasn’t a lie.

  She narrowed her eyes. “You sure? You two look pretty intimate over there.”

  Olivia and I both laughed. She slowly stood over me, her skirt still covering me.

  I quickly shoved my dick in my pants and buttoned up.

  She swung her leg over and sat down in my chair. “Is the restroom safe to use now that you two aren’t in it?”

  Maddox and Addison exchanged looks.

  Addison shrugged. “It’s always been safe.”

  “Right,” I said, my voice full of skepticism.

  I exchanged looks with Olivia. Not that it was much safer out here.

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  Olivia

  Tommy and Maddox went off to shoot pool, leaving Addison and me sitting alone.

  I moved back to my chair, so I could lean against the wall and put my feet up on Tommy’s chair. With alcohol in my system and my blood pressure lowered, thanks to a spectacular orgasm, I was relaxed and feeling good.

  “I’ve been thinking,” Addison said.

  I rolled my head against the wall, so I could see her. She looked nervous.

  “About what?” I asked.

  “I think Tommy should go back to Des Moines with you when your stay here is over.”

  I dropped my feet to the floor and sat up, relaxed feeling over. “What?”

  “I’m worried about you. You’re a single woman who lives by yourself. What if something happens to you?” She shook her head. “I could never live with myself if I didn’t try to do something to keep you safe. Tommy isn’t working right now. He planned to stay here for a month to help Maddox with the house, but now that the windows are done, that can wait.”

  I tried to imagine what it would be like to have Tommy come home with me.

  While he had stayed the night and we’d spent a lot of time together, could I handle him practically living with me?

  More importantly, could I handle the feeling I had right now—that I liked the idea of him living with me?

  What happened when he went back to Virginia? Or worse, what happened if we got sick of each other?

  I was really enjoying being with him, but it wasn’t permanent.

  I wasn’t going to say no outright because I didn’t want Addison to worry, and I had to admit, I would feel safer with Tommy around.